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3 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?

Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to thee,

Tho' prostrate in the dust.
5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sov'reign grace

Be deaf when I complain?
6 No, still the ear of sov'reign grace

Attends the mourner's prayer;
O may I ever find access

To breathe my sorrows there! 7 Thy mercy-seat is open still,

Here let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend thy will,

And wait beneath thy feet!

L. M.



Salvation by Grace. 1

Now to the pow'r of God supreme
Be everlasting honours given;
He saves from hell, (we bless his name!)

He calls lost wand'ring souls to heaven. 2 Not for our duties or deserts,

But of his own abounding grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.

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3 'Twas his own purpose that begun

To rescue rebels doom'd to die;
He gave us grace in Christ his Son

Before he spread the starry sky. 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,

And makes his Father's counsels known,
Declares the great transaction's past,

And brings immortal blessings down! 5 Amidst temptations sharp and long

My soul to this dear refuge flies;
Hope is my anchor firm and strong,

When tempests roar and billows rise. 6 The Gospel bears my spirits up;

A faithful and unchanging God
.Lays the foundation for iny hope
In oaths, and promises, and blood!


Ezek. ix. 4.

7.6. 1 DREADFUL sin-chastising God!

If the decree is past,
If the long impending rod

Must scourge our land at last;
When thou risest to reprove

The sinners who thy judgment dare,
Spare the remnant, Lord, in love!

Thy praying people spare!
2 If on such a land as this

Thou must avenged be,
Yet preserve in perfect peace

The souls that trust in thee:

Hide their precious lives above,

And make them thy peculiar care; Spare the remnant, Lord, in love!

Thy praying people spare! Mark the men who deeply sigh

Our nation's guilt to view; Hear their deprecating cry,

And save the mournful few!, Far from them thy plague remove,

The famine and the waste of war; Spare the remnant, Lord, in love!

Thy praying people spare! 4 On thy little flock of sheep

Olet thy goodness shine! Smile on us who wish to weep

Beneath the hand divine! Help us, O thou holy Dove,

To breathe the much availing pray'r; Spare the remnant, Lord, in love!

Thy praying people spare!



6.8. On what has now been sown

Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
The pow'r is thine alone

To make it spring and grow:
Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
And thou alone shalt have the praise !


1 Meet and right it is to sing

Glory to our God and King;
Meet in ev'ry time and place

To rehearse his solemn praise !
2 Join, ye saints, the song around!

Angels, join the cheerful sound!
Publish thro' the world abroad

Glory to th' eternal God!
3 Praises here to thee we give,

Gracious thou, our thanks receive;
Holy Father, sov'reign Lord,

Every where be thou ador'd!
4 Tho' th' injurious world exclaim,

Sing we still in Jesu's name;
Saviour, thee we ever bless,
Thee our Lord and God confess!


L, M,

Winter. 1

See how rude winter's icy hand
Has stripp'd the trees, and seal'd the ground !
But Spring shall soon his rage withstand,

And spread new beauties all around. 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns,

Barren and fruitless I remain;
When will the gentle spring return,
And bid my graces grow again?

3 Jesu, my glorious sun, arise !

'Tis thine the frozen heart to move; Oh, hush these storms, and clear my skies, And let me feel thy vital love!

4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry,

I faint and droop till thou appear;
Wilt thou permit thy plant to die?
Must it be winter all the year?

5 Be still, my soul, and wait his hour

With humble pray'r and patient faith;
Till he reveals his gracious pow'r,
Repose on what his promise saith.

6 He, by whose all-commanding word

Seasons their changing course maintain,
In ev'ry change a pledge affords,
That none shall seek his face in vain.

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How safe and how happy are they

Who on the good Shepherd rely!
He'll give them out strength for their day,

Their wants he will surely supply!
He ravens and lions can tame;

All creatures obey his command;
Then let me rejoice in his name,

And leave all my cares in his hand!

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